all around me are glass people
refracting like snowflakes around me
their glass feet chiming on the floor
but walking as carefully as glass can be
.
see all these glass people
their speech pouring like water
but they keep their words laminar
in fear they may shatter each other
.
just enough heat can shape glass people
but too much force cause them to crack
there’s already enough pressure everywhere
to threaten our state of being intact
.
are we weak, or are we strong?
why are we made in such a way?
is it worth being so easy to break
just to refract the sun’s rays?
.
to be vulnerable, but so tough
to cleave into pieces, but last generations
this is what it means to be glass
to be sand-evolved amorphous amalgamations
.
we can be so easy to break sometimes
we embarrass ourselves with weakness
but like glass we will always hold our shine
even when we are in millions of pieces
.
so admire all these glass people
they’d rather shatter than go out without a fight
because all the breaking will be worth it
when their shards create rainbows from light